Roughing it atop this roof, loving the scenery and landscapes
as we drink in measures of rhythms being played and sung to.
Giving us a surprise look at the past, cowboys and cowgirls
roaming the mountains and deserts throughout Carefree, Arizona.
Surroundings taking, touching hearts of the frontier, giving
them expressions in an afternoon concert.
Listening to laid-back western ballads and easy going feelings
of yesterdays that have since passed us by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem